So what if i'm late to spanish tomorrow. who the hell cares. i don't even speak spanish.
I'm walking down the halls of our hotel and listening for sex noises and knocking when I do.
he also begged me to fake an orgasm when he couldn't get me to come.
My ex came to my place while I was gone. Random things he took: snow shoes, my laundry quarters, a decorative picture, all my condiments, the container that held my rice and a sticker off my wallet. Then left a note saying he watered my plants and fed my cats. What. The. Fuck.
another part of my inner child died when i emptied my crayon bank for dollar beer night.
Fuck that. I will get OUT of CONTROL And rise from a hangover on Sunday like Jesus himself.
I danced on the street to dubstep on a boombox for an hour with a lesbian single mother.
I think a van full of parolees just blew me kisses. Thoughts?
Question: should I be considering heels or is this the kind of night where I should plan on falling on my face regardless of my choice of footwear?
So that 100 days of sobriety thing I told you about last week? Lasted all of 4 days. Fuck it, life's too short
Somehow I ended up in a different costume dancing with some tree of a guy in the basement bathroom, what did you give me?
like i got into his car and the beatles were playing. this kid is def getting his dick sucked
if it makes you feel any better you looked really comfortable while you were sleepin in the closet, atleast according to the pictures i woke up with on my phone
Truth. Though I have held steadfast to the notion while the rest of you wavered. I had faith in his homosexuality.
The underwear in the garbage is clean. Just wipe the pizza sauce off
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